Late again? Of course dears – we were in transit to Sligo! A lovely stop over in Mullingar with Claire and Rian, and a leisurely cruise via Longford. OK – I confess, leisurely until some asshole drove into the back of my car, refused to admit that he had (even though his bumper was still seductively lodged up my poor Fiesta’s rear), and reversed and drove off. Arrogant and most ignorant person from County Louth – or Louth by registration anyway!
When we eventually arrived , it was paramount that the stresses of the trip be washed away with a couple of Gins & Slimline Tonics (3 X 56 calories) – and that was where my calorie counting ended. It was all downhill from there – or, as Carmel says – not in switched off, simply in dimming mode!
I was surprised by all the politics going on, but then again, how naive to believe that Toastmasters can be different to other large organisations when there are positions of power going, and that it would be exempt from competition? Our girl won of course, but it was a very fair and even contest, and diplomatic it might sound, but either way the organisation would have won.
All that is fine, but I also have to comment that not all Toastmasters are fun people! Why do some people have to take things so serious, or even worse – display NO sense of humour. That could also be seen in the surprise shown in the fact that I won the fancy dress (my own surprise included). But a lot to be said for originality then, even though I felt a bit guilty because minimal effort went into the creation. I was St Francis of Assisi and had copious furry animals stuck t my dress, with a pussy draped over my shoulder which I stroked between conversational breaks!
All in all – a good night, lovely company and myriad of information obtained for our upcoming conference in Wexford. You have to love that ol’ networking buzz!
That said – I still have not received a text for any exercise, and I have not exactly been reporting that either. Tut-tut, but I am reasonably on the right track (read slight speed wobble). In the words of Mr Yeats….
I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made:
Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honeybee,
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.
And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;
There midnight’s all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet’s wings.
I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey,
I hear it in the deep heart’s core.